The mournful moire front the moon.
And to the morning far fog line.
Tell me unbeing live wet kapa
How become I here?
Again?
Just you walking to here everyday.
The mud was spread of honey for you?
But the honey of light moon haven’t a taste or color.
Ouijia, I wuda to inquire of origin this damn shit dead mare in the mud here?
I haven’t idea for it but
You could be to ask your bottle
Maybe it’s corper of mare are drowner on this bottom.
Any damn “the rush was noised and wood was bending” just terrible.
But you gotta there.
All start that goodness well.
Yes with word the mournful
As full moon as assotiative.
I ask from where get the kapa in the stagnat mud water here?
Ain’t have idea.
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